Friday, August 22, 2014

Coffee Break with Deb (8/22/14)


Hi there – so glad you could join me for a little break in the day.
I just wanted to share a few things from my frazzled brain.

*First, I just want to say that real “family” aren’t necessarily bound by blood – they’re bound by the heart. They’re the ones who pray you through the tough times. They call, they write, they offer hugs, words of encouragement and support, comments on Facebook, maybe even flowers or  little tokens to remind us that we’re not alone in our grief and that we have a whole army of believers cheering us on. I’m oh, so thankful for real family J

**Next, did you know that if you run out of oatmeal when making cookies, you can improvise by smashing up a few granola bars? Works great and adds both flavor and texture.

***I have a big ol’ family size pkg of chicken thighs thawed out for dinner. I’m going to split them up, fry half of the thighs and use this recipe for the other half. I LOVE watching Pioneer Woman each week day during lunch – she shares so many wonderful recipes and inspires new ones!

****My heart is heavy for several friends who are going through monster-sized storms right now. It has a way of getting our minds off our own storms when we can be “family” to others, doesn’t it? I’m sure we all have someone we can pray for, pray with, offer words of encouragement and support, maybe send a little note or card or a hug. It's easy to feel helpless when we see those we love hurting and desperate for answers. But truly, offering them up to God in prayer IS giving them our best. 

Psalm 107:28-30 Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble, and he delivered them from their distress. He made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were hushed. Then they were glad that the waters were quiet, and he brought them to their desired haven

God bless you, friend. 



Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Choose Grace!



The tears come easy these days. My stomach knots and I shake my head to wish it all away.
I twist and fight within myself; the thoughts and words with rough, jagged edges. They cut deep but beg for voice - to spill out raw and vile. To fling the pain and hurt right back to the source…but why?
How the memories sting and the heart breaks over and over, again and again. Like fine China once treasured and preserved now left to shatter and crumble around me.
Sometimes the anger and the pain are too much. Sometimes they blind me to the Word, make me deaf to His voice.
Yet, in the midst He stands…waiting.
Waiting for every last piece of my heart to fall. For every last tear to drop.
And He whispers,
“The choice is yours.”



The claim of my God living in me and I in Him is only words until put into action.
If God fills my heart, then His grace fills me, as well.

Yet it’s a conscious decision: are MY pain, MY rage, MY anger, MY frustration greater to me than HIS mercy and grace?
Which is bigger? Which bares more weight? Which has more power over me?
It’s grace, grace, God’s infinite, matchless grace!
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within!

For the times when I’ve needed grace and forgiveness and mercy and the weight lifted from my heavy heart…
            I praise God for His saving grace.

2 Corinthians 12:8-9 Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

 


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